Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.